Cosmopolitan and the single lady

Cosmopolitan and the single lady*repost for Bella*
Current mood: awake
Category: Parties and Nightlife
I received the 40th anniversary edition of Cosmopolitan magazine today...and I realized that it is the same sex advice I started reading years ago.......but what struck me as strange, is that it seems like women are pushed by the media and these magazines to cater to "What Men Really Want"......I always thought that was good sex and a woman who can cook (I've mastered the first.....still working on the second).....

So I wonder, why are we bending over backwards to keep them around??? Are we really not worth anything anymore? We are no longer respected or treated like princesses.....we are treated like the Coors Light twins...fun to look at and fantasize about.....and if a guy is lucky maybe he'll score......?

I went to a bar last night where a man thought it appropriate to grab my ass to move me so he could get by. He got my attention, but not in the way he wanted....

When did you fuckers start thinking that women are just your tools.....you can grab us and grind on us and hit on us when you feel like it??? Did you ever think that aside from the skansters that we didn't come out to get laid??? Note to yourselves.......we don't want to dance with your desperate ass! If we didn't look at you and smile, it pretty much means we aren't interested. Lately it seems we don't even have to be interested...you just come on over with your cheesy ass lines.

So in response to my reading and my shitty bar experience, I'd like to set some things straight:

We are tired, but of your shitty lines, not from running through your head all day.

Your friend doesn't like me- you do- grow a set and ask me out yourself!

I don't come here often, but if I did, what the hell would it matter? Are you going to stalk me now?

I am doing great..........asking me how I am doing doesn't get anything but an answer....

Standing in my way when I am trying to get by is not going to get you a breast rub on your back..............I'm just going to push you away......

and last but not least.....coming up behind me to dance uninvited is just proving that YOU CAN'T DANCE!!!!!!!! GIVE IT UP!!!!!

I guess this is why I am not often out and about or single.......grrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhh

Niceties

I thought I made that word up, but Webster claims it's been used in real sentences before. Anyway...

I wonder why it is that I (and I would agree that the majority of society) practice niceties with people we really don't like. At work, I am nice simply because I like my job. That is not to say that I am a softie or that I don't stand up for myself, but it is to say that I refrain from saying the words that run through my head because "The Office" is a TV show, not a way to keep your job. So instead of telling Joe Accountant that I freaking hate ( I would drop the F-bomb because I hate it that much but I am trying still to steer clear of it ) when he uses the acronym BAJE (pronounced badg-ee) instead of saying book journal entry. I also refrain from telling some of the less couth at the office that bringing in microwavable fish is pretty gross and keep smiling. But these niceties serve a purpose--to keep my job.

But how about those people (and I don't mean the random jackass on the subway--see some of my previous blogs) in our lives that we just don't care for. I can think of a few people I know that I would put in the acquaintance category that I am nice to yet I really don't like. And I even go as far as to say pleasant things and compliments. Why do I do this? Is it because I'd rather not deal with saying "I could really care less if I ever see you again?". Is it to keep the social circle a more pleasant haven?

I thought a little about this (oh what a Saturday night!) and I've come to the conclusion that I just have never been asked. You see, I turn these people down every time they ask to do something (although I do use nice excuses). So long as it doesn't come down to being ask frankly "do you like me?" or "why don't we ever do anything together?". I suppose then I should have to tell the truth, wouldn't you say?

I wonder, does being nice make me a liar? Or am I simply attempting to make the world a more pleasant place by only being a bitch in my head?

Oh well, just another saucy Saturday night anecdote...